Title: DIESEL, kella credence
Kella Credence Diesel - July 19, 2007 10:57 PM (GMT)
__++hello. my name is…
name/nickname:: Erin
age:: 17
experience:: I own the site
other characters here:: Troy Bradley White, Jude Parker Devereux, Danica Jade Caprice
__++you can call me…
&&__basic information
full name:: Kella Credence Diesel
nickname(s):: KC, Majesty, Highness
birthdate:: June 17th, 1862
age:: 153
ethnicity:: French Canadian
orientation:: Heterosexual
species:: Vampire
belongs too:: Meutrier Coven
title:: Leader
&&__physical description
height:: 5’ 6”
weight:: 155 lbs
eye color:: Green, but can turn a smoky brown when feeding
hair color:: Brown with black streaks curving through it
body type:: Curvy in a good way
distinguishing marks:: A tramp stamp on her back of a spider web
dress style:: Kella is really funny when it comes to her clothes. Sometimes she’s in a beautiful dress with black tights and black boots or other times in tight leather pants. Her main colors she dresses in is black, white, gray, and more of the mellow colors, but there’s every color in her wardrobe or jeans, t-shirts, sweaters, vests, skirts, tanks, sweats, dresses, and everything else that she has pillaged and plundered away from people. At moments she can be the ultimate bad ass decked out in nothing but skin-forming leather and at other moments she could look like a complete angel, well…sort of.
portrayal:: Evangeline Lilly
picture::
&&__personality test
likes::
general description:: She shows no fear, no mercy, no stress. Kella Credence Diesel is the ultimate bad ass, making her perfect for being a leader. Sometimes she lets it get carried away – asking things that are nearly impossible, demanding the finest of things – making her appear to be almost a whiner. However, she is able to keep a clear head when it is needed. This woman leader can be malicious and just down right cruel when it comes to hunting and even punishing the coven’s members. Make sure not to get on her bad side because once something is stuck in her head, it’s unlikely to change until it’s seen through. If she wants your head on a stick, she’ll damn well go after you to get it.
&&__battle royale
artillary:: KC doesn’t prefer to carry around guns
swordsmanship:: Being one of the best swordsman, she has a diamond encrusted sword and broadsword in a special case in her abode. There’s a silver blade in the heel of several pairs of her combat boots. At all times she has two daggers on her: one in a holder at the top of her ankle and one at the side of her hip. Some times, when she is wearing chopsticks in her hair, a silver blade is barely visible from one of the sticks.
martial arts:: No real kind of martial arts, just the street stuff.
combat:: Hand-to-hand combat is something Kella purely enjoys! The blood pumping, the physical contact, the crushing of ones skull with her bare hands! Fighting is almost a turn on for the coven leader! It’s common to see her sparring it out with some of the fledglings.
&&__family history
father’s name:: Patrick Diesel (deceased)
mother’s name:: Anne-Marie Diesel (deceased)
sibling’s name:: Michaelis Diesel (deceased)
general history::
&&__proving your worth
role-playing sample:: Treasure Island. This was enemy territory, in a sense anyway. Sure, friends were made from other casinos and hotels, but never did the Turner man want to go stumbling around in them. It wasn't fear, but caution. Who knew if anybody was going to put a fist to his gorgeous face for being from Caesar’s? Okay, odds were it was unlikely to heppen, but there was a certain respect somewhere in his beliefs not to go stumble into another hotel and/or casino if one worked for another one. To Camden, it was like breaking some sort of code between brothers or something. It was weird, but that didn't really matter. Treasure Island didn't really qualify as a hotel or casino for him at all! This was maybe his least favorite place in the whole of Las Vegas with pirates running around. Pirates weren't something that sparked any sort of interest in the security guard. Where did that take anybody in life? To some sort of pirate movie? Oh, well, Vegas offered dreams that few would expect to be there. The dancers, however, were pretty damn good and kind of made up for the uniqueness that Treasure Island held. A drink or two would really be needed to just make it for the short of amount of time that would be spent in the confounded place.
The main reason for being in enemy territory was the search for Bryleigh. There hadn't been any formal meeting, but the feeling of wanting to argue - or was it to make out? - was pulsating through him. Besides, it had been a while since his baby blues had last seen her. The most that was really known about her job was that she was an exotic dancer and worked at Treasure Island. That was pretty much the extent. He wasn't certain if she would be at Mist or at Tangerine, so he left a message with some form of management to say that a client of some sort was searching for her. Or had it been lawyer? Or brother? Cam couldn't really remember since that excuse had been used so many times with so many variations that it was hard to keep track. The funny thing was that nobody had really caught on. It hadn't been used in many of the hotels or casinos, but at restaurants or clubs or some place with a lot of people. Ok, so all of Las Vegas was pretty much like that, but only one out of ten times did it not work. The method was good and there wasn't much point in changing it until it didn't work three times out of ten. So the statistics were made up, but they were still pretty good!
The wonderful thing that Mist offered was that there weren't any people dressed like they had just come from the beach. The guy from Caesar's wasn't looking like that. The jeans covering his muscular legs were a dark blue with very little fading to them, a button down cotton t-shirt, and a pinstripe blazer. A pair of sunglasses had been over his eyes, but it was far too dark to be wearing them anymore. Putting them safely in the inside pocket of the jacket, Camden found a waitress going by and asked, "Can I get a beer, lovely?" Lovely was what he called every waitress that he didn't know. Usually brightened their day when it wasn't said with force. The way he said it was rather mild. "Anything is fine." With that, he pointed to one of the couches he'd be sitting at. Dancing, let alone moving after that busy day, seemed almost difficult. The waitress came back over with his beer, just the way he liked it when a drink was taken, and thanked her kindly. For the time being, he'd just have to sit there and drink until Bryleigh came around. Hell, it was a risk just assuming that she was working that night. If she never showed, there were plenty of fine specimens around. Man, it was easy to hope she'd get there soon because plenty of them were looking his way and he couldn't bare to break their hearts, or their sex drive
member title:: CRAVING a blood [LUST]
name/nickname:: Erin
age:: 17
experience:: I own the site
other characters here:: Troy Bradley White, Jude Parker Devereux, Danica Jade Caprice
__++you can call me…
&&__basic information
full name:: Kella Credence Diesel
nickname(s):: KC, Majesty, Highness
birthdate:: June 17th, 1862
age:: 153
ethnicity:: French Canadian
orientation:: Heterosexual
species:: Vampire
belongs too:: Meutrier Coven
title:: Leader
&&__physical description
height:: 5’ 6”
weight:: 155 lbs
eye color:: Green, but can turn a smoky brown when feeding
hair color:: Brown with black streaks curving through it
body type:: Curvy in a good way
distinguishing marks:: A tramp stamp on her back of a spider web
dress style:: Kella is really funny when it comes to her clothes. Sometimes she’s in a beautiful dress with black tights and black boots or other times in tight leather pants. Her main colors she dresses in is black, white, gray, and more of the mellow colors, but there’s every color in her wardrobe or jeans, t-shirts, sweaters, vests, skirts, tanks, sweats, dresses, and everything else that she has pillaged and plundered away from people. At moments she can be the ultimate bad ass decked out in nothing but skin-forming leather and at other moments she could look like a complete angel, well…sort of.
portrayal:: Evangeline Lilly
picture::
&&__personality test
likes::
- -being a leader
-blood, blood, blood!
-fighting hand-to-hand
-firing her guns
-cleaning her swords and knives
-telling people what to do
-a late night hunt
-the element of surprise
-MEN and money
-alcohol of all kinds
-seeing life leave a creatures body
-stalking, even if it isn’t prey
- -drugs of all kinds
-being looked to as a leader, sometimes
-sleeping/laziness
-dawn, just out of habit
-most werewolves
-hangovers
-the taste of spoiled blood
-kids!
-hiding her fangs
-idiotic, off-their-rocker people
-smart humans
-people that don’t do what they’re told
- -talking to herself
-yells too much to make herself feel better
-threatens and demeans
-strums her fingers
-bites herself
general description:: She shows no fear, no mercy, no stress. Kella Credence Diesel is the ultimate bad ass, making her perfect for being a leader. Sometimes she lets it get carried away – asking things that are nearly impossible, demanding the finest of things – making her appear to be almost a whiner. However, she is able to keep a clear head when it is needed. This woman leader can be malicious and just down right cruel when it comes to hunting and even punishing the coven’s members. Make sure not to get on her bad side because once something is stuck in her head, it’s unlikely to change until it’s seen through. If she wants your head on a stick, she’ll damn well go after you to get it.
&&__battle royale
artillary:: KC doesn’t prefer to carry around guns
swordsmanship:: Being one of the best swordsman, she has a diamond encrusted sword and broadsword in a special case in her abode. There’s a silver blade in the heel of several pairs of her combat boots. At all times she has two daggers on her: one in a holder at the top of her ankle and one at the side of her hip. Some times, when she is wearing chopsticks in her hair, a silver blade is barely visible from one of the sticks.
martial arts:: No real kind of martial arts, just the street stuff.
combat:: Hand-to-hand combat is something Kella purely enjoys! The blood pumping, the physical contact, the crushing of ones skull with her bare hands! Fighting is almost a turn on for the coven leader! It’s common to see her sparring it out with some of the fledglings.
&&__family history
father’s name:: Patrick Diesel (deceased)
mother’s name:: Anne-Marie Diesel (deceased)
sibling’s name:: Michaelis Diesel (deceased)
general history::
- -Was born the second child in 1862 on a cool June day in France
-When she was only one, her family got on a boat headed for Canada
-Living there, she grew up working on a farm, not getting any kind of education
-Growing up to be a beautiful girl, guys wished to court her, but always declined
-Was rather a tomboy, rather working on the farm then going out into town, not that there was much town
-At nineteen, her father died and the farm was sold to pay for the bills
-Living in a house with little to eat, her brother tried to get a job, but only got caught up in the mob
-She finally went off to work at a Burlesque house, telling her family that she was picking up phones for a news agency.
-Finally able to get her family out of poverty, her brother came into a gambling problem. With his life threatened, Kella gave him as much money from the ‘agency’ as she could.
-When the police found Michaelis dead in a back alley, knees smashed, arms cut off, and body slashed, Anne-Marie decided to move back to France.
-However, on the way, caught in a deadly storm, Anne-Marie caught pneumonia and passed away.
-Now on her own, Kella did odd jobs for years and years, stealing, working as a call girl, anything that would let her keep her little rundown apartment.
-At twenty-four, death cornered her in the street. Stabbed through the stomach, a practice to show the prostitutes their sins, another man happened upon her, biting her neck, releasing the vampiric poison.
-Blacking out for two days, she woke up back in her apartment with no wounds of any sort and a foggy memory of what had happened.
-Following the man back to the whole coven, before broken up, she learned to fight and train her body. It didn’t bother her at all taking the life of a human to drain them of their blood.
-Decades, centuries went by and she took to fighting in the war between themselves and the werewolves. Once the pacts were made, the people of Meutrier made her their leader.
-Now, a decade later, she’s trying to take down their enemy and bask in the fruits of her labor anyway possible.
-A lot of the time she’s fighting, shooting off a gun, or out on the prowl for her own prey or any information that can be used against her enemies.
&&__proving your worth
role-playing sample:: Treasure Island. This was enemy territory, in a sense anyway. Sure, friends were made from other casinos and hotels, but never did the Turner man want to go stumbling around in them. It wasn't fear, but caution. Who knew if anybody was going to put a fist to his gorgeous face for being from Caesar’s? Okay, odds were it was unlikely to heppen, but there was a certain respect somewhere in his beliefs not to go stumble into another hotel and/or casino if one worked for another one. To Camden, it was like breaking some sort of code between brothers or something. It was weird, but that didn't really matter. Treasure Island didn't really qualify as a hotel or casino for him at all! This was maybe his least favorite place in the whole of Las Vegas with pirates running around. Pirates weren't something that sparked any sort of interest in the security guard. Where did that take anybody in life? To some sort of pirate movie? Oh, well, Vegas offered dreams that few would expect to be there. The dancers, however, were pretty damn good and kind of made up for the uniqueness that Treasure Island held. A drink or two would really be needed to just make it for the short of amount of time that would be spent in the confounded place.
The main reason for being in enemy territory was the search for Bryleigh. There hadn't been any formal meeting, but the feeling of wanting to argue - or was it to make out? - was pulsating through him. Besides, it had been a while since his baby blues had last seen her. The most that was really known about her job was that she was an exotic dancer and worked at Treasure Island. That was pretty much the extent. He wasn't certain if she would be at Mist or at Tangerine, so he left a message with some form of management to say that a client of some sort was searching for her. Or had it been lawyer? Or brother? Cam couldn't really remember since that excuse had been used so many times with so many variations that it was hard to keep track. The funny thing was that nobody had really caught on. It hadn't been used in many of the hotels or casinos, but at restaurants or clubs or some place with a lot of people. Ok, so all of Las Vegas was pretty much like that, but only one out of ten times did it not work. The method was good and there wasn't much point in changing it until it didn't work three times out of ten. So the statistics were made up, but they were still pretty good!
The wonderful thing that Mist offered was that there weren't any people dressed like they had just come from the beach. The guy from Caesar's wasn't looking like that. The jeans covering his muscular legs were a dark blue with very little fading to them, a button down cotton t-shirt, and a pinstripe blazer. A pair of sunglasses had been over his eyes, but it was far too dark to be wearing them anymore. Putting them safely in the inside pocket of the jacket, Camden found a waitress going by and asked, "Can I get a beer, lovely?" Lovely was what he called every waitress that he didn't know. Usually brightened their day when it wasn't said with force. The way he said it was rather mild. "Anything is fine." With that, he pointed to one of the couches he'd be sitting at. Dancing, let alone moving after that busy day, seemed almost difficult. The waitress came back over with his beer, just the way he liked it when a drink was taken, and thanked her kindly. For the time being, he'd just have to sit there and drink until Bryleigh came around. Hell, it was a risk just assuming that she was working that night. If she never showed, there were plenty of fine specimens around. Man, it was easy to hope she'd get there soon because plenty of them were looking his way and he couldn't bare to break their hearts, or their sex drive
member title:: CRAVING a blood [LUST]